Damn people who had brothers; they had some sort of sixth lying sense. "That's not a good portent, not trusting your man," said Harry, amused by calling himself a man. He was six inches short of manhood, although his MANHOOD wasn't short at all, nor was his ass skinny. That rankled.
"It is kind of sad, but God, if he'd hooked up with Mum, I'd be an abomination. Or a Snape, which is really the same thing."